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I Brush Her Teeth For Her [MF][ORAL]

She stands in front of the sink with her back against my chest. She laughs when I first tell her to get her toothbrush. I laugh too, although I try to keep a lid on it. We are grinning at one another in the water-speckled mirror. The toothbrushes stand like breadsticks in a Hello Kitty mug on the shelf at its base. She reaches out and takes hers – white and mint green plastic, the bristles a little frayed and flared. Hands it to me over her shoulder.

“Toothpaste?” I say.

She fetches it. An almost-empty tube, compressed into a tight roll at one end. We are making eye contact in the mirror, she and I. She is, quite reasonably, trying not to grin. When I told her I was going to brush her teeth for her she burst out laughing. “You’re not serious?” she said, which of course lead to my insistence that I *was* serious, which of course lead to here.

I turn the tap on to a trickle, reaching around her body to do so. She is in pyjamas, I in my underwear. We were getting ready for bed a few minutes ago. I squeeze a pea-sized quantity of paste onto the brush, wet it, and raise it to her mouth. I don’t need to tell her to open wide. Read more »

Interactive Erotica – Monster Fucker: Vampire [MF][MM][FF]

So, something a bit unusual for me, but hopefully you guys will get a kick out of it – I just finished my first interactive fiction story. The demo version (which has three different encounters and a choice of genders) is totally free, and you can [play it in your browswer here](https://lascivity.itch.io/monster-fr-one-vampire). Would love to know what you guys think. In it, you play a human prowling a vampire nightclub, trying to get laid or bitten as per your preference.

Facefuck Observations [MF][Oral]

**One**

Before we begin she is neat and composed, her hair tied back, her makeup immaculate. She smiles. She is pretty and pleasant. Afterwards her face is streaked with eyeliner and tears and come. Spit veils her chin. Her hair is in disarray, eyes wide and bright from crying. These changes, to me, are beautiful.

**Two**

I can feel when she takes me into her throat. There is a moment of resistance, and then I slip down further into that enclosing tightness. I can feel the smooth, pulsing muscle of her throat gripping me. I can feel the way that, even then, she tries to take me deeper.

**Three**

Using her throat produces a thicker spit than just her mouth. While her saliva is wet and thin as water, this other spit is gooey, clinging, tinged with whiteness. It is abundant. The texture reminds me of the wetness I find inside her cunt.

**Four**

Just before she chokes her throat tightens up, spasms closed. I can feel this. Feel it clutching and trying to force me out – the fluttering, muscular grip of it. Sometimes she is able to control it, fight it back, keep me where I am. Sometimes not. Read more »

Outside [MF]

She starts removing her clothes the moment she’s over the fence. Her top goes over her head, and for a moment she stands with arms raised and shoulders folded, her breasts heaving heavy against the satiny material of her bra. She’s looks so pale in the sunlight – her flat stomach and slender arms and shoulders all paper white apart from a slight blush of freckle that crosses the bridge of her nose.

*The sun feels good*, she says. Then she turns and is gone, unbuckling her bra behind her back as she goes. You follow as quickly as you’re able, scrambling over what’s left of the tall, barred fence. By the time your feet find ground on the other side she’s disappeared from view, but the trail of clothing she left behind is easy enough to follow.

Nobody comes out this way much anymore. And even those few hikers who do would never cross the fence. All the same, you pick up her top as you pass it, and pluck her bra from the low limbs of a tree like some odd fruit. Further up the dirt path you find her skirt, completely undone. Then her leggings, tangled in the undergrowth. You collect them up. Finally, splayed across the path like a provocation, her panties – little more than a scrap of black lace. Read more »

I Lost My Virginity To A Prostitute In Amsterdam [MF]

When I was seventeen I went travelling around Europe. It was the first trip I had taken entirely on my own and I was having an amazing time – I guess I’m kind of a loner, present company excepted. I did meet people at hostels and on trains though, and in the course of talking to some guys I met in Germany I learned about the window brothels in Amsterdam.

I was amazed. I knew prostitutes existed, but I had *absolutely* no idea how you’d go about finding one. The fact that it was illegal back home had scared me out of ever trying. But, I was told, in Amsterdam not only was it legal, it was easy. The women hung around in windows and all you had to do was stroll up and knock. The idea that I could just go and do this and have the whole virginity situation taken care of in the space of half an hour was intoxicating. Read more »

Thirty-Seven Minutes

He clears a patch in the bathroom mirror. Sighs. Leans his forehead against it. It’s been a long night. Arguing and then hugging each other and sobbing and making up and arguing again. Both of them drunk at first and then sober as the night went on. Talking their way in circles. Endless circles. Trying to fix it. Trying to untangle themselves from all the words they’d tangled themselves up in. Until, in the end, somewhere around dawn, they ran up against it: it wasn’t working. It wasn’t fixable. This wasn’t something they were going to talk their way out of.

Which, he thinks, pulling back and inspecting his reflection, was something he always knew on some level. They don’t fit, him and her. She wants something solid and dependable – the television sitcom life of husband and kids and daily errands and friends. He wants anything but that. Even the thought of it is strangling. They’re different people. He nods at his doppelganger in the mirror. This, he thinks, is for the best. Read more »

I Used To Be An Actual Vampire [MF] [Kink]

Me and a bunch of my friends used to drink one another’s blood. For a good couple of years, in fact, while we were all in college together. There were six or seven of us who would hang out all the time at our different houses. We would smoke and play games and mess around. We were watching Buffy The Vampire Slayer one time – I can’t remember which episode – and one of the girls (we’ll call her Elsie) started talking about how sexy Spike was, and how sexy she found the idea of being bitten, and the idea of someone drinking her blood. We all made fun of her at first, but later that night one of my friends was like, “Well, want to try it?”

That night, actually, me and that friend both drank from Elsie. She was moaning and giggling and squirming like she really enjoyed it. I remember it so vividly. And after that it became a thing we did on a fairly regular basis. Elsie would always want to be drunk from, but we all took turns drinking from one another. Read more »

[MF] A Private Space

The first time a woman went down on me in a car we were parked in front of the house she shared with her parents and sisters. It was winter, the sky and the stars extraordinarily clear and bright. She was kissing me, and then her hand was fumbling with my belt, freeing me awkwardly from my jeans, wrapping tight around me. Then I was enveloped in the warm wetness of her mouth.

I was, in that moment, most worried about being caught. It was late at night, but not so late that her father might not glance out of her bedroom window and see what we were doing. In this part of town the council turned the streetlamps off after midnight in a bid to save money, but it was a clear night and we would have been, I imagined, quite adequately spotlighted by the glow of the moon. And, of course, it was not so late that someone out walking their dog might wander past at any second and see us. What would they do? Hammer on the window? Call the police? Read more »

A Waking Moment [MF]

The first thing I know is a sensation of intense arousal – an absolute, blind, urgent need which yanks me up from sleep towards the surface of consciousness like a life preserver. I emerge into wakefulness gasping, eyes springing wide, heart pounding, a pulse in my groin. My cock is achingly hard, and in that moment I am aware of nothing else except the overwhelming desire to fuck.

It’s like this sometimes when I first wake up. For a minute or two I can’t remember anything – not my name, nor the city in which I live, nor what I did the previous night. The memories return soon enough, but in that brief, vital minute I’m left with nothing except lingering sensations, the leftover feelings from my dreams or nightmares.

And in this case, that’s need. A blazing, searing arc light of desire that I feel not just in my groin but in my chest, in the back of my brain, even in my lungs. It takes a moment to realise that I’m not alone in bed. Someone sleeps beside me. I reach out in the dark and my hand meets their hip. Warm, soft body. My brain, still fuzzed by sleep, calls to mind the sound of their voice. My girlfriend. I cannot recall her name, only a rush of faint impressions. Her hair. The way she kisses. The way she clutches me when we fuck. Read more »

Punishment Anal [MF]

As a punishment for masturbating without permission, I fuck her roughly in the ass. She takes it on all fours, biting her lip, her whole body quivering with tension. I am behind her and I can look down and see my cock entering her. See the way she grips me. See the shivers in her slender arms. She turns her head to look pleadingly up at me, and I lower my mouth to her ear.

*Why is this happening?* I ask her. My mouth an inch from her ear. *Tell me how you earned this.*

*I… I touched myself. Without asking.* Her voice strained. Teeth gritted.

*You don’t ever touch yourself without asking, you understand?*

*Yes, Sir.*

*Your cunt is mine. Any pleasure you experience comes from me. With my permission.*

*I’m sorry, Sir.*

*Not yet, you’re not. You will be.* I pull back and take a fist of flesh from each hip and fuck deep all the way into her, hips meeting the curve of her ass. The full length of me inside her. She whimpers and shivers a little and I hold her in place as I fuck her until her arms give way and she collapses flat on the bed. Me on top of her. Our bodies in contact all the way down their length. Read more »